Can you write poetry?

I'm not talking about the word,
I mean something romantic or profound,
you know that the pen is a sword
with which to make your thoughts resound;
time escapes us all but we can our thoughts record,
instead of them discarded in our mind's mound
and maybe with another soul reach an accord,
a new friendship discovered and found.

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Photopoetryographer · 51-55, M

She walks in like the wind
Nearly blowing down the doors
As she comes on in
I have her on all fours
Taking her from behind
My head is in her pretzel legs holding me tight
She squeezes til I get her right
Eating her out to the rind
She quivers and shakes
Then she bakes
We go again til we sweat
I tickle and tease her little button
She makes me keep on nuttin'
She can't take much more
We roll then land on the floor
We laugh then keep on going
Our tiredness starts showing
We hold each other tight
As the sun comes up and ends the night
We're happy, she smiles,
crinkles her nose and closes her eyes
I touch her nose with mine, kiss her head
Then we crawl into bed